We were getting tired, and it was too rough to sleep on night watch changes. The whitecaps were splashing across the deck. The water was cold, and we broke out our heavy weather gear.
I already had the main sail reduced into the mast as we still did seven knots across the big rolling waves. We were considering going back to Puerto Rico when the radio started screaming, “Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water. Mayday! Mayday!
We slept until nine before waking to realize that we had to meet her family at Marsh Harbor by noon. I saw her panic and started to jump from the bed.
“Riki, what if we don’t show up?”
She returned a mischievous smile. “No, Daddy has been good to me!” She looked at me sadly.
“I know. I’m just so confused right now!”
“Me too!” She buried her face against my neck.
“Okay! Get dressed! I promised him I’d have you there on time. I’m going to get you there on time!”
She smiled a false smile, and we packed in a hurry. We checked out at the front desk and ran for the boat. We motored out into the channel, out past the point, and raised the sails. We were in sight of Marsh Harbor as we let out the sails for the gentle wind that was coming from the east.
Riki sat next to me all the way while leaning her head against me. The catamaran was already on the charter docks, and it looked like the dock crews were hauling off all of the contents with multiple dock carts. The closer we got, the more I wanted to just turn around and head for the blue water.
We dropped the sails and motored into the tight entrance to the charter base. We went to the closest mooring buoy, and Riki hooked it with our mooring hook. I brought her bag up from below. I had packaged her painting for her mother into a converted cardboard box for safety. I delivered her and her baggage to the dinghy dock where her father met us and thanked me for my punctuality. Riki passed him on the dock without a comment.
“Is everything okay?” he asked when he saw Riki’s tears.
“It will be,” I said as I restrained mine.
I stayed on the mooring ball overnight. They didn’t ask for payment, and I didn’t offer. I was depressed and lonely. I was so disconnected from the world that I didn’t even own a cell phone. I had no way of contacting Riki, and she had no way to reach me. How stupid was I to let her leave? She has a future as a doctor, and I have a future as a—
“Mother, before I go to America, I had a painting done for you.” Riki pulled it from the box.
“Oh, that is beautiful! Did Louis paint this?” Her father was looking over her shoulder.
“Yes, and he gave me the earrings after he did the painting!” she bragged.
“Did you see the name of this painting on the back plate?” asked Zenzi.
She turned the painting to the back and let Riki read, “I will love you forever. L. D. Amherst.”
Her mother and father exchanged a look that Riki missed as she left the room suddenly.
She came to me at the helm and told me it was time for one last game. “It’s called Not Yet! We can do anything we want to each other, and the other cannot deny any act you wish to impose. The only rule is that no one can climax until nine o’clock tonight.
Unconditional, higher restrictions!”
I took several photos of the rest of our adventure. Somehow I was panicking that I was losing such a free-thinking lover. I had never been with anyone quite like her. We took photos of us together and images of me being happy. It would be hard to sell them to Riki as depressed.
Berlin was also slowing down. I suspected she would miss me too. She spent the first day along the Keys, lying in the sun and watching the bridges and mangrove trees pass from a distance. She slept with her head on my lap during the night watch, and I kept my hand on her thigh when I slept.
In the morning, she came to me at the helm and told me it was time for one last game. “It’s called Not Yet! We can do anything we want to each other, and the other cannot deny any act you wish to impose. The only rule is that no one can climax until nine o’clock tonight. Unconditional, higher restrictions!”
Pg. 75 ( Now underwater, face to face with the entity.”
“What do you want?” I thought. “You! I want you.” she said lovingly. “How is that possible?” “If you wish, we can change your molecular structure and you will become as we are. In our form there are no tears, or death. There is no sickness, hunger, or pain. The former things will pass away. In our world there will be a new heavens and a new Earth and the former heavens and the former Earth will pass away, and the sea will be no more. I looked into her green eyes trying to grasp the concept of what she had just told me. I knew she had cured various things in my body. Even now I felt energized and healthy. My thoughts were drifting toward being with her for eternity. Her drifting hair reminded me of the day that Riki and I were making love on the sunken ship. The amber colors changed to orange and red as she expressed anger in her expressions and colors. She was feeling my thoughts of Riki. She got closer to my face again and a strong thought wave hit me that hurt like a brain freeze. I grasp my forehead and floated in a fetal position. I held on until the pain subsided. “I love Riki.” I thought. “She started darting all over the pond then back and forth to me as if she was confused. “You must decide!.. decide!.. decide!” she said in a demanding tone. “I love Riki! I want to stay with Riki!” I watched the surface of the water look like a jet had just dropped agent orange on it from above. It ignited in liquid flames as the activity in the water became confused and erratic. The colors exploded all around me. It had become impossible to distinguish even which way was up. I rolled in the collage’ feeling like a particle in a kaleidoscope. Suddenly I couldn’t breath any more. My feet felt the sand and I jumped toward the surface. I coughed and coughed, until I finally started breathing air. My lungs felt like the cells had been tore from the lining. The water color had returned to a plain white glow and a low vapor cloud had formed over the pond. The cloud sparkled in thousands of pieces of broken shards of glass as a laser beam bounced off of them. They grew brighter and brighter until they all became an incandescent white that was so bright that my eyes could not bear to look at it. I covered my eyes and saw some of the movements in the reflection of the water. When the cloud became as bright as it could, it just dissipated toward the heavens in millions of light streaks that vanished between the little white dots that I admired earlier. The water was now as black as the ocean and this peaceful and abiding island seemed lifeless and negated because of the anger of the Salt Pond. I stood in the water for a long time analyzing what I just did, wondering if I had made a fatal mistake.